Detachment from an Attachment

I was randomly writing again (or typing) :D


As a baby gently clings to his mother's shoulders;
So as I have long grasped a sickly twig.
I have hated my toes for they have betrayed me
But would I have known betrayal without trust?

If truth shall set me free,
How long shall I be waiting?
How long shall sorrow endure?

If there is cure in joyfulness, there is also a cure in pain
But how long will this pain heal me?

Speak to me of dusts
For I shall scatter;
I shall wander in the vast desert
Fathom the emptiness
Feel the balance

One thing an inverted intrepid would love to say:

We shall dwell in the eyes of Farewell
And linger in the heart of Memory


P. S.
Oh. Somebody sent his Ask to me ! (from my AskXang Ask Engine>>)

Q: What's the wrong? What's matter?
A: My understanding of your ask would be: The wrong is not the correct and matter, scientifically, is a substance that has space and has mass.

Did I get it right? Thanks for sending your ask!:D